The trees and shrubbery seemed well-groomed and social, like pleasant people.

You must not begin to fret about the successes of cheap people. After all, what have they to do with you?

There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before.

The air was cool enough to make the warm sun pleasant on one's back and shoulders, and so clear that the eye could follow a hawk up and up, into the blazing blue depths of the sky.

Personal life becomes paler as the imaginative life becomes richer.

We all like people who do things, even if we only see their faces on cigar-box lids.

One may have staunch friends in one's own family, but one seldom has admirers.